Ala Faco

American poet 1894-1962 “We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to...

The New Yorker Magazine Issue of 27 February 2006 Come to think of it, I saw my father cry only once. It was at the Alton train statio...

There has been something in the Vancouver papers about a cougar - she thinks it was on this coast - mauling a child. Who would want to liv...

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the...

Song of the Open Road Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, ...

I can't play bridge. I don't play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn't seemed time for. But wh...

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A Dream Pang I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; And to the forest edge you came one day...

A Dream Girl YOU will come one day in a waver of love, Tender as dew, impetuous as rain, The tan of the sun will be on your skin, The...

ONE’S-SELF I sing—a simple, separate Person; Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse. Of Physiology from top to toe I sing; No...

I started Early -- Took my Dog -- And visited the Sea -- The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me -- And Frigates -- in the Upper...

Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Cornhuskers. 1918. THE SEA is large. The sea hold on a leg of land in the Chesapeake hugs an early sunset and...

Who is the author of the following? I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perf...

Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean fav...

Elie Wiesel Speech: "The Perils of Indifference" April 12, 1999 Mr. President, Mrs. Clinton, members of Congress, Ambassador...

Robert Frost (1874–1963). North of Boston. 1915. SOMETHING there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it...

The people will live on. The learning and blundering people will live on. They will be tricked and sold and again sold And go back to th...

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and...

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me—he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable; I...

from "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" William Carlos Williams 1883-1963 My heart rouses thinking to bring you news ...